Fire-Spirit

Great Spirit of fire,
my friend of the flame,
I prayed to thee sire,
that to me you came. ~~==~~ To whisper in shadow your name,
your faithful servant shall,
with those powers that I claim,
I grant my body to thine thrall. ~~==~~ So, yeah... a flame spirit formed about the shadows, just another of the peculiar things lurking in my imagination! :D

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The tale of the struggle of young Aren and Jelana Azaroth to survive in the whirlwind of circumstances they suddenly find themselves in. As they are thrown into a series of dangerous and seemingly random events with no knowledge of what must be done but the word of a crazed old priest they must find their way to what must be done - for more rests upon them then they can know.

A poem (two actually, on the same subject - one rhymed, one not), written about the magical expirience only a Writer can know - that transcends normal boundaries of emotion and enters the realm of magic. ;)